He turns red while setting his black leather bag on the island as well. “Marco thought it was mine…you have no idea what I had to go through because of it.”
Ohhhh. I can imagine it. “You are welcome, bro.” I send him a flying kiss.
He blushes even more and then starts rummaging in his bag. “Bear with me,” he tells me as he continues looking.
“Don’t I always, Mary Poppins?”
“No, you don’t,” he counters, taking out a wooden frame with no photo and setting it on the stone surface. A cute white cat figurine follows it, then two raw potatoes and a dog bone. Doesn’t he have a cat?
“Let me.” I try to pull the leather bag my way, but he stops me.
“Looking inside a man’s purse is like looking up his shorts,” he scolds me.
“I never looked up your shorts. But I’m wearing one of your custom-made panties.” I lightly slap my ass. Bad move, it reminds me of Luca’s spanking, the rough, hard, hot weight of his calloused hand on my skin. I’m at serious risk of losing it—my balls too.
“Ha! Found it.” He waves thesizablereddildo in the air.
“And the charger…for the dildo?” I raise my voice a little just in case Marco and Luca are eavesdropping on us.
Fly hands me the charger—for my phone—and I put it near the dildo in the bag.
“I brought more lingerie, too.” He passes me a cute tote bag with a honey jar and a fly drawn on the front.
“Is it from your online shop?”
“Yeah,” he smiles. “You were right. This is a good marketing idea. Thank you.”
I told him a while ago to make tote bags so that people would use them when going out, making the name of his online shop more visible.
“No need to thank me. Your products are fabulous. It’s all you!” I boop his nose while grabbing the tote bag with anticipation.
“I’d have brought clothes too if I knew you needed them.” He looks at my bare feet, red shorts, and Luca’s t-shirt, which I’m wearing as usual with a knot on the side.
“What’s in that bag?” Luca’s voice reaches us. I knew it. He was checking on me the whole time. The thought reassures and excites me at the same time. Until he yanks the tote from my hand without even a smidge of courtesy.
“Things for Art,” Fly says, crossing his arms. “Go easy, please.”
Luca’s hand slides in and out, and hanging from his index finger is a meticulously crafted lilac garter belt with small beads embedded here and there that makes me gasp in awe. No surprises since Fly’s lingerie is always of a supreme quality, exquisitely executed. Artfully made. That’s it, I can’t think of anything else to describe how fucking good he is.
“Satisfied, honeypot?” I sneer at Luca.
Fly raises his sweater to show me the lilac belly chain around his narrow waist. “Twinsies!” he sing-songs sweetly. So cute!
Luca growls awhat the fuck!
“What?” Fly lets the sweater fall. His gray eyes are filled with innocent confusion, not showing any fear toward the mafioso’s reaction.
“Yeah, what’s the problem, sugar? You think I would use it to strangle you?” I taunt him while my gaze is communicating that if he says anything insulting toward Fly’s hard work, I’ll bite him again in a more sensitive area this time. Too difficult to read from a mere gaze? Well, he can get the gist from my teeth in that case.
“Honeypot, sugar.” Marco snorts as he stubs his cigarette in the ashtray before making his way to us. “What’s with the ridiculous nicknames?”
“They suit him. Don’t you think?” I tease. He doesn’t call me by my name, so I’m just returning the favor.
Marco hugs Fly from behind and pushes him against his chest—lowering his sweater further down in a possessive move. “Oh, they really do,” he says, smirking at Luca.
He lets the garter fall into the bag and tosses it unceremoniously on the sofa. Fucker! I turn my attention to the couple. I was a little worried when Fly told me about his history with Marco and his present interest in the thug. Fly is such a sweet soul, and Moretti is…the opposite. But it worked out really well in the end. I don’t care about Marco’s dealings as long as he makes my friend happy. And Fly surely looks it.
“What’s with the waving cat figurine?” I ask him as he’s putting it back into his leather bag.